CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
O ur pinky fingers are hooked together as we climb the stairs to my apartment. Silence fills the air, and I’m hoping Cole can’t hear my heart beating in my chest. Cole has been keeping some distance between us, but I have a feeling that’s all about to change. I can see it in his eyes. He wants me.
I want him.
Yes, I tell myself, this feels right.
I unlock the door, and turn, meeting his gaze. There’s a pull between us that I can’t explain. Once inside, Cole wastes no time in kicking off his shoes, and I follow suit. As our eyes meet once more, a surge of anticipation fills the air.
Cole walks up to me, and I feel myself fall into a trance. I’m hesitant to disrupt the darkness by turning on the lights, especially when the streetlight outside radiates a soft, yellow glow that fills the room, emphasizing the outline of Cole as he draws nearer.
His lips are on mine in a matter of seconds, and I bring my hands up into his tousled hair. My skin tickles with goosebumps as his hands slide down my arms, to my waist, down to the curves that fill my jeans.
I feel his body press into mine, and without hesitation my body is dancing with his as we stand in the radiant light.
Our kiss deepens right before he pulls away and places his soft lips on the curve of my neck. My head tilts back allowing him space to move freely over me.
I feel the urgency in him as his body starts to move harder against mine. I pull away, and take his hand, leading him down the hallway. He follows without a word, our fingers intertwined with him only a step behind.
As we enter the frame of my doorway, I’m pulled back into him. His lips meet my neck once again for a moment before his hands scoop the end of my top, lifting it over my head. I feel the dainty straps of my bralette slide down my shoulders as the palms of his hands trail over me, removing me for his touch. His thumbs graze my bare skin, and I harden in reaction.
I turn to face him when I can’t take another moment without his lips on mine. We walk towards my bed without disconnecting. His body is heavy on me as I press into the mattress.
Thoughts about the articles, about Ben and Mel, all my crappy dates flutter out of my subconscious as Cole takes me into another dimension.
I unbutton his shirt with trembling hands as he stares into my eyes. I keep my gaze locked on him as he rises, removing the remaining fabric that separates our bodies. I feel his gaze linger on me, igniting a fire within.
The next hour is lost between our bodies as our mouths collide, and our hands explore one another until our breath is heightened to the point of no return.
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I feel myself smile the moment I wake. Last night was incredible. I turn to face Cole and rub the sleep out of my eyes before registering that I’m alone in bed.
Sitting up I try to focus and scan my bedside table for my phone. When I don’t see it, I stand realizing it must still be in my purse from the night before. I grab a T-shirt from the floor beside my bed and pull it over my head as I walk out of the room.
“Cole?” I call out, wondering if he is still here.
When I reach my purse, I can conclude that Bob and I are the only ones here.
I pull out my phone and see that I have a few messages, one of them being from Cole. He informed me that he had a great time but had to rush off due to an early meeting today. I reply letting him know that I also had fun and wishing him an amazing day.
I can’t help but feel a bit of dissatisfaction from waking up without him by my side.
My stomach grumbles, and I choose to focus on last night’s events instead of the sinking feeling in my belly. I’m just hungry.
I walk into the kitchen and feed Bob breakfast before starting on my own.